“It appears that the pirates scattered, and the remains of the fey fleet have fled.” Eliana explained.
A day had passed since the attack was broken. Most of the people who had died in the invasion were currently being resurrected thanks to Anne and her church. However, no one could resurrect the fey, and every one of those who had died was a blow to their empire. In the end, it proved too large a blow for them, at least for now.
“They’ll be back.” I sighed.
“Yes, well, for the mont, we’re safe.”
I had spent the last day resting, as did everyone. It was nearing nightti when I had found Eliana up and working, despite everything that happened. I both admired and worried about her. So, I had sat her down and checked on her. Of course, the small bulge that had started to form on her stomach was no longer there.
“Are the little ones doing, okay?” Eliana asked, looking at my bed.
I hadn’t rested alone. The winners of the competition had turned out to be Chance and Cici. After healing them, the girls insisted that I went to the victors, and the next thing I knew, the two were being shoved in my room.
“S-since you’re honoring flat-chests… the church will allow it this once.” Anne declared shyly.
That woman! Thankfully, neither Cici nor Chance understood what their aunties were suggesting, and so we rely slept in the sa bed. It was fine because I wanted to continue to check on them and make sure they were alright.
“Chance was just tired. She’s still young and doesn’t have the kind of stamina to handle all of the things we did today.”
Few adults would have the stamina to do all of the things she had done.
“What about the older one?
“The miasma had permanently altered her. She’s not a god soul, but she’s a bit like Astria now. In the sa way, the fairy girls from Chalm are touched with a bit of fairy, she’s been turned darker.”
There was no saying what this would do with her, but at the mont she was still sleeping peacefully. There were black streaks through her purple hair. Had I gotten to her earlier when I had the chance, this wouldn’t have happened. It was my fault. I had acted carelessly and recklessly.
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A hand gently took mine and squeezed it. “I’m hurting too, but as long as Deek is by my side, I will make it through. That’s why… you can never sacrifice yourself like that again!”
“I’m sorry…” I apologized for not the first ti.
“You don’t need to apologize to .” She straightened. “Although, you may have to answer to my brother.”
“Ai… that I will…” I wondered if he’d still be able to call a man’s man after all of this.
Eliana hesitated for a second. “Are you okay?”
“I detached from the dungeon core. Despite connecting with all of that lore, laughably little of it ended up being processed. The dungeon core is shattered, and all of that energy was lost. I didn’t even get to absorb any of it.”
“The core is destroyed… isn’t that bad for humanity?” She looked worried.
“The core I mishandled and destroyed was the Champion’s Gauntlet. It had a copy of the human core. The original human core… I recovered it.” She looked a bit confused, so I continued. “You don’t need to worry about it. The human core exists, and it’s no longer bound to the dungeon, so I have it.”
“Will you bind it, and beco the next human king?” Her voice was very quiet.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not… ready for that yet.”
The one thing I had learned from this was that I wasn’t ready for that kind of power. I had nearly abused it to wipe out the fey. I was ready to sacrifice a chunk of humanity to do it. Being a Slave Master, I had always had that kind of power over my slaves. I could theoretically take their energy and make it my own, becoming temporarily powerful at their expense. I had never done it, and I never would… Yet, as the human king, I had nearly enslaved the entire human race and used them as a weapon. No, I wasn’t ready at all.
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